As my 37th birthday approaches later this year, and with another miniature version of me arriving in May, I’ve taken to trying to slow down the ageing process. I know, I know, I don’t need to. I look not a day over 29. I know.
But the days of binge drinking and being an arse are hopefully behind me, and they’ve been replaced by a slightly less lazy and unhealthy version. I sometimes run quite fast and the only thing I binge drink is water. Running though… I stick the to treadmill. In winter it’s too cold and icy to do it outside, and in summer the air is thick with pollen which a mard like me can’t gel with. But wait… there’s a window. A spell that starts about now, when I can gallop the streets for a good two months without being too cold or too sneezy.
The fact it’s still quite dark doesn’t matter now I’ve got a pair of these. Glow in the dark trainers may sound like a gimmick from the 90s but if you don’t mind, I bloody love gimmicks from the 90s. Especially when they look like something out of Tron. Especially when they look like something Kraftwerk do pilates in.
So if you fancy looking like European electro royalty, someone who lives inside a massive computer, or just a slightly doughy lad from North East Cheshire, these really are for you.
Size? have them.